Georgia pulls herself off of the murky ground, her face splattered with muck and dried blood as she focuses her emerald eyes on the dead creature with deep burns on it's slimy, gray skin.
The Hidden Treasure
Never Leave The Basement
Drew grabs his backpack, filling it with water, cans of peaches and other types of food.
The Empty Song
The empty song that.....
The Window To My Soul
The window to my soul is.....
Broken Minds
Broken minds
Game Changer
This toxic game will change our entire lives..........
Nothing Beautiful
Nothing is worth what
I could try to give to be......
I Am Not Perfect
I am not perfect......
Depression
The perfect storm is
what I am suppose to be......
Otherworldly Times
Ugliness that I
have lingering in......
Pitch Black Poesy 